Kal Ho Na Ho

For the first time in my blog the title goes in Hindi.

The title derived by one of the best movies I have ever seen, which captured my heart in all sense, living up to its title name. Today I find myself on the same boat not sure if I will make it tomorrow.

It's not about misunderstanding.But the tragedy began when the silence is not understood.

I have lately been taught, that the clap can happen with one hand.

The one hand which is the cause of all troubles

The one voice which is the cause of all troubles

Now its the silence which is cause of all troubles.

Not sure what next to add up to the never ending list of troubles, but yes one thing for sure its just the singular version which causes the trouble and they believe it will continue to do so.

Can thou let me know, what I am supposed to do, I had enough of the shallow understanding and not sure if I am there to add on to the list of trouble, KAL HO NA HO

Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will.

Stylemaker

What is life?


Is it the flash of a firefly in the night?

Is it the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime?

Is it the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset?

When I was alone on a starlit night,
When by chance I saw the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat;
When I saw children in a moment when they are really children,
When I knew love in my own hearts
When I heard an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash

I realised the evolving entity, the demanding body, the surrounding pride all constituted for the artificial man in me.

Whom I trusted to understand me never understood
Whom I believed to be my own, never thought so
Whom I felt to by mine, was not to be
Whom I cherished to be my soul, has wandered
Whom I...
As the solitude hunted me, the new idol got created, with pain of lost trust, love and the wandered soul deep buried. I am Shattered and broken beyond repair.

But the misty mirror had one story to tell:
Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair stylist you like.

I, Me, Myself

Twilight covered the sky like a bed spread
Decibel level of the drooping birds was on rise
Seeing the Vapour lamps taking sheen away from the twilight I headed to the couch to get a wrap up of the day from the elegant looking lady with days report on hand.
Swapping across the channels and silently commenting on what came across my eye, my mind wandered into the dense forest of thoughts which hardly brew these days.

As the mind grazed the meadows of thought, some thing out of scene from the real world took away my concentration, a call from Ms W.

Ms W: Hi Dear, It's Me....
Me: Hi sweet!!
Ms W: Don't come to pick me up from work, I will come on my own...
Me: Huh, as u wish...

Like Magnetic waves waiting to pull the compass to its tune, some thing pulled me to its side, the much awaited nap.
From the clam and silence of embedded self, I woke with a jerk, to see the clock tick past and leaving the trace of history.

Got hold of my companion in silence and dialled Ms W to check for dinner menu.
Me: Hello
W: Hi...
Me: Watz up, started back to home...
W: Yea done will start in some time... Let me finish my dinner first...
Me: Ho... Oh... Huh....
Me: K, Cya

The candle which lit the table blew away.
The sizzler hot Corn, dried down.
Emotions was a like a blend of colours on the painters dish

I cooked up the dinner and gulped all by myself with a broken heart...

Thinking how selfish people get, they even forget the waiting ones
Better I am not that selfish... Err Am I not
How selfish of me, to gulp those foods without having a second thought of sharing.

This is when I realised
“Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself”

Relaunch, Relance, Relanzar

I kept on waiting, to be released.. lone wolf from my world....

Saw the waves calling

Wind touched my hair invitingly

A small illusion, counterfeit love, spurious emotions all devoid me from sailing...

Alas!! How long should I wait..

Shackles are broken... Anchor has dripped down the ocean..

Steering lost his sheen, raft got tore

I am back... from the spurious emotions

Back into my blogs lap

Back to my howling days....

The Sail have begun... not to turn back to shore

JIGSAW which PRICKS

Life has been a great leveller,

A great teacher who seldom retires,

who accompanies you in every turn

Words passing thru the strand, which I trusted.. is no more the same....

My emotions seldom gets registered,

My love seldom reaches there

My pains are seldom heared

But I trusted you my friend,

The job was well done, but I never expected to bring cracks on my mirror.

The cracks which gets filled not easily.

The cracks which seldom gets healed

which pricks, and continues to prick

like a never ending Jigsaw puzzle.. the jigsaw which pricks... making me learn the art of miscommunication... the communication which left my love gasp for breath, in between the stream of tears....

A Date with _____

Life has been a roller coaster ride, sometimes it gave more than I wanted some times it didn't. The hiatus of this occurrence was beyond calculation, with no clear answer for any of my question until the day I went for a date.

A date which changed my outlook,

A date which changed my attitude,

A date which changed my lifestyle,

A date which changed everything.

The day kicked off, with a raised eyebrow. Cursing the blanket which denied be the proper comfort "Aha can't these guys make a softer blanket"

A peep outside the window, took my eyes on to the garden bench where some one laid under a torn blanket, in the chill with out complaining.

But I was complaining though

Gulping up the breakfast, I commented..The same old taste, the same old food. Can I have something different.

A look just round the corner, saw a elderly woman, standing to get a left over, with out complain about anything.

But I was complaining though

Sitting in my cabin, doing the work, something irked me, Air condition was not at his best, I complained to get it fixed so that I could work in comfort.

A sip of coffee and peeping through the window, I could see mason's working under the hot sun, with out even complaining.

But I did

Leaving late night from office, complaining about too much of work, I pushed towards exit just to see the same security saluting me day in and day out, with out even complaining

But I was

Tired after a heavy workout, my hands searched for those energy drinks.I said "Aha wheres the fizz, its do dull with out the fizz"

Turned back and looked beside, saw a kid who didn't even have tasted a full glass of milk, leave alone these energy drinks. But he was not complaining, I was though.

Listening to the news all complained about the job cuts. Hue and cry echoed in the air. Feeling sad about these events, I headed to balcony just to see bullock being led to butchery after years of service for his master. He was not complaining, even when death was his co passenger.

The eventful date thought me a lot, thought me which I never thought of.Just went on complaining with out much thinking. Not any more though, everything has changed and changed after

The Date with LIFE

Confundido mamá

A uncertain broker in the wall street, undecided on what to do, ambling across in the taciturnity of the streets.

This was me for past 1 week... undecided what had gone wrong. All this started with a vibration in my trouser pocket , it vibrated till i said the customary word....

Me: Heeellloooo... Mom!!

Mom: Hi Son, how u being doing today.

before I could answer in came the next question..

Mom : R U alright? Is there something which is bothering you.Make u unsettle.

With eye brows raising inch by inch and the rusted part of the brain started creaking, nothing was clear

Mom : Son, life is not a bed of roses, even if you want the rose there are some thorns hidden in it. If you fail getting one rose, never be disheartened.

Aha this was the limit, I was getting frenetic.

Me : Mom, can I ring u back later, I am in midst of something.

Mom: hmmm....

I was confused... brain cells woke up interrogating the cause of this call. Chaos, turmoil, upheaval, commotion, muddle, mayhem what word should I use to describe my situation.

Few hours later with the curiosity reaching its peak, I decided to ring back Mom.

Caller tune sang : Ma Ka Ladla Bigad Gaya.... (from Dostana) (Means: Mom's Darling has been spoiled)

Curiosity matrix touched its peak.

It was dad who picked up the phone.

Dad: Hey Son...

Me: Dadddd.. wassup mate... Wherez mom.. is she not around

Dad: Yes she is... she is just busy reading your blog

Me: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat My Blog

Dad: Yes Son... says thanks to your sis who found this secret out.

Me : Dad.. hold on... Did u read it..

Dad: Nop son, I will read it soon... U don't worry... Meanwhile you should have told me that you had an affair.How u guys broke....

Me : Dad .. those are just imaginations.. nothing is real... Is that what Mom wanted to speak to me in morning.

Dad : I guess so.

Ho my God.. Now I understood the story.. Mom read my blog as if she is reading my autobiography.. I tried to convince her that these are just my personnel musing, and no way related to my personnel life. Though some instance do.. not all.

She was not convinced, though she gave a Hmm in concern.

It was high time I decided to ring up Mom's personnel advisor.. My Sis....

Me: Sis wassup

Sis : Doing good Bro.. I am having your favourite shake, you want it dude

Me: Na sis, not in mood to gulp it..

Sis:(with a wicked smile) yea I can understand the feeling of Romeo...

Me: Hold on.. U know that I just write my blogs, and no way directly related to ma life..

Sis: yea I know, but this time I thought the other way... What ever U wanna me to convince mom.

Me : yea

Done deal was her answer, and must say she kept her word but...

Tea party at Cafe Coffee Day for Sis RS 500.

Red designer Saree for Sis Rs 3000

Convincing Mom about reality by Sis Priceless

For everything else there is a Credit Card

But to convince Mom its only Sister.